My city is fractional, laid out like a grid and splintered at the edges. She is divided into boroughs and districts, precincts and cross streets. Time has no value here in hours or minutes. Time here is measured in possibilities.
Take an intersection during late afternoon. Put two people with 78 years of life between them on this street. Calculate the possibility of looking each other in the eye. Consider the necessary compulsion to go beyond sight and to speak. Words. The beauty of words. Compound a handful of these words by their meaning. Listen to them echo as both parties walk away.
Multiply this moment by the ones surrounding it in every direction before, during, and after. That is life in the infinity city. It is all possible here.
It is all possible.